When you look at the flowers in the mist, they all turn into smoke. When they bloom on the street, you can find their fragrance and dream.

Deep feelings, endless dreams, a curtain of phantoms half as cold as a star.

When the dawn is cold and the moon is fading, the cloud tower leans on the railing and sighs.

The cold howl outside the window kept knocking on the weak window door.

The white curtain in front of the bed swayed gently, and through the gap, a person was seen lying on the bed.

She couldn't sleep, and when she closed her eyes, the scene of Chinese Valentine's Day came to mind.

A person is lost in it, and the people coming and going shuttle around him, without being able to touch them at all.

Suddenly, a man wearing a mask stood in front of him. This mask was not black like Nian Qing's, but white. The further he walked, the mysterious man disappeared in front of his eyes little by little.

The scene in front of her was the most familiar to her. There was a curtain between them at that time, and it was impossible to see the appearance of both parties clearly. Standing behind her, looking at the back, it turned out that everything was in the past. When he turned sideways, his mouth was full of smiles

His smile was so weird.

When he was about to turn around to face himself, Meng was startled.

When he opened his eyes, the panic look in his eyes was unusually messy and uneasy.

Why do you dream like this? It’s real, but it’s unreal.

There was only residual warmth left around the body.

When she opened the curtain, she saw him lying alone in front of the table, with only one candle lit to illuminate her. When she got out of bed, she lit all the candles. She kissed him personally and squatted beside him quietly.

He looked at that side face.

He saw that the ink on the paper in front of his desk had long dried. Every word and every line reflected his state of mind at this moment:

The waning moon is not full, and my heart is hidden at the bottom.

When the love is deep, one can be crazy and naive, but when the love is deep and the relationship is shallow, one can be sincere.

The wasted years and years have gone by, my love is like water, and I am alone and lonely.

A few wisps of floating dust in the soft intestines, a dream, who will testify in Lengxiang Pavilion?

As he gradually woke up, he raised his eyes and saw her holding the paper in front of him, with a faint arc on her lips. He put his arm around her waist and sat her sideways on top of him. From her

He took the piece of paper in his hand and placed it casually on the table: "Why are you awake?"

Seeing his actions like this, it seemed that he didn't care at all about his feelings after reading this poem.

"Did you have a nightmare?"

Seeing that she was silent, he held her hand tightly and could feel the cold sweat on her palms.

"Not a nightmare."

In recent days, she had been dreaming of some strange and mysterious dreams, as if a rope was entangled in a certain place and she could not break free.

Their eyes looked at each other, as if his eyes had known each other before, but the memory was extremely blurry.

She reached out to touch his eyelids and leaned on her shoulders: "Then why doesn't Shiro go to bed and rest?"

He raised that teasing smile and looked at her dotingly: "I'm afraid, but I can't control my love for you."

Upon hearing this, layers of blush suddenly appeared on her face, spreading around. Ye Yilan buried her face in his arms and said in a low voice: "Glib tongue."

"I'm just thinking about something and can't sleep."

Although his words were all understatements, only he himself could understand the behind them. Others could not penetrate his heart and understand them.

The remaining moon just wants to coexist with her.

In his arms, she could feel that his heart was so stable, without any ups and downs.

He walked forward with her in his arms and gently put her body into the quilt. However, he sat beside the bed and kept thinking about something, without any intention of taking off his clothes.

Seeing this, Ye Yilan was about to speak when his voice came like gurgling water: "If one day, no matter what happens, will you hate me?"

hatred?

She didn't know what he meant by 'hate'.

"Without betrayal, there would be no hatred."

No betrayal?

At these words, Murong Haochen couldn't help but smile secretly.

Fool, there is no betrayal between us.

If one day you realize that everything you have experienced before is just an illusion.

I'm sorry, I have been lying to you.

Open your mouth and breathe, trying to force the tears from the corners of your eyes back deep into your heart.

He didn't want to always be a fragile person in front of her.

Ye Yilan saw that his back was always facing her and she was kneeling beside him. When she was about to look into his eyes, he kept avoiding her. This action made Ye Yilan couldn't help but doubt him. Holding the photo

The face that had been refusing to turn around, at that moment, I found tears in the corners of my eyes.

She understood. It turned out that he had been disguising himself. He didn't like to talk much because he was an elegant person. His arrogance was nothing more than a disguise to show to others.

He is full of knowledge, and every poem he writes is so sad.

I don’t know what he has gone through that has allowed him to live in pain.

"Have you seen enough?"

A low voice sounded in her ears. It was as if that moment was back to the beginning.

She hugged his neck with both hands and kissed his lips.

At that moment, she didn't know that she would behave like this. Seeing him in such pain, her heart seemed to fall into the bottom of the cold lake with him, or maybe even worse than him.

Murong Haochen looked at the woman in his arms, the incredible look in his eyes was his shock.

Her heart melted?

He kept repeating these words in his heart. But unfortunately, he didn't care.

"Lan'er, I will stay with you and never leave." He looked up and saw the light from those hot and affectionate eyes shining in his own eyes, and whispered shyly. "Are you relieved?"

His heart palpitated, and he felt relieved after hearing her words. Nothing could make him feel more at ease than these words.

He said nothing, stretched out his hot palm to hold her cheek, and looked at her with his affectionate eyes.

He pulled her body up and sat on his waist. When the body came into contact again, Ye Yilan was much more calm, but her hands were still holding the corners of his clothes.

But he untied his clothes and put them aside. He took her hand and put it on his sincere heart, letting her feel the rhythm of his beating at this moment.

But her eyes were always on that scar, and she would never forget that night.

"Should you take it off yourself, or should I help you take it off?"

Her lowered eyes were raised in disbelief by these words and looked at him, her eyes filled with her own conviction.

"It's not that..."

Before everything was relieved in her heart, he said these words and couldn't help but think of the past scenes every night. Even if she was shy and afraid, she would be brought into it by his deep affection.

His hand slowly reached towards himself, and the soft light in his eyes became dull and colorless.

Ye Yilan personally untied her clothes and retreated to her waist. Her rapid breathing was due to her panic, and the throbbing in her heart kept beating.

He stretched out his hand towards her, but stopped in mid-air. He was hesitating.

But he took off her clothes completely, hugged her and lay on the bed, took his own clothes from the bed and covered her.

Ye Yilan watched every move he made, which she was most familiar with.

He has never really touched or seen every part of himself, but every time he takes off his clothes, he uses his clothes to cover them, but what is his inner thought?

"In this way, you can be regarded as sleeping with me."

There was no emotion in his eyes, and they were as clear as a bay of blue water. Holding his neck, he sat up with his whole body, and the clothes on his body gradually slipped off.

Close your eyes and listen to her voice slowly enter your ears: "Are you really not going to take it?"

Every time she asked this question, he never told him directly.

"Are you willing?"

Lan'er, if you are willing, I can completely turn you into my woman now.

"I..."

In fact, even she doesn't know.

He covered her body like this just to restrain his throbbing for her. Sometimes he was so impulsive that he almost forgot her true heart.

He lowered her body again and lay on one side with his back to her, frowning and closing his eyes tightly.

Holding the quilt tightly, she turned her head and saw that he didn't hold her to sleep for the first time, and turned her back.

There is always a hurdle between them that cannot be overcome.
To be continued...